Dress Down Thread! NSFW

jesus, nate. thats just, just, intolerable!

Italian chicks are HOT!

Did you issue a double dog dare, Melody?  I'm just making sure I heard you right.

By the way, I applaud everyone that has posted images in this thread. 

This is as much of my legs as you're going to see.

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This is from six months ago, when it was actually warm enough to be in minimal clothing.

 nice stems m'lady.

Where once there was nude Tom, now there is not.

Like your DIGNITY!

That's pretty much what Cassun's hinting towards.

You're a babe, Des.

Guess who this is!

Formatting looks odd because I cut and paste from my myspace blog to go along with the brand-spanking new pic from yesterday I posted below. This pic just fit my thoughts and my blog so...

For some reason I dreamt about the girl I lost my virginity to last night. It's wierd, I haven't thought about her in years. I remember she said she wanted to 'make love', that that was the night for doing it, she had to convince me even, she said 'this is the time' and 'I want this' and I told her 'no', that I didn't want to, why? I don't recall. Maybe I was nervous, maybe I was not sure what she meant entirely. I remember looking down at her, down at her small face, down at her lithe, delicate body. She was really lovely. And I was tall and big and it made me feel like an oaf, like my hands were entirely too big, like imagine trying to tie a knot with the world's smallest string with these big awkward hands, it was something like that...

We had spent weeks making out in her bedroom. I would sneak into her window and the last few times she would take her top off and let me suck on her cupcake titties. That's all they were. Little cupcakes with these really puffy nipples that made her wetter than wet could possibly ever be. She would moan and let me suck and lick on her nipples and writhe and rub her legs together like a cricket, dryhumping the hell out of me, but she was real strict about me ever getting in those tight-ass jeans. The jeans were like welded to her body, so not even a finger could get past the waistband unless she took them off. The first time I touched her sex was in the barn behind her house, she said she wanted to show me her horses, the horses she had all the horse-riding ribbons on her bedroom wall for riding so well I suppose. She was so wet when i touched her in the barn full of the smell of horses and hay and manure. She always smelled like cotton candy and bubblegum...

Back then we called 'making out' something else. we called it 'scamming'. I don't really know why, but there was a helluva lot of 'scamming' going on. She wasn't even really my girlfriend. I don't remember even having a girlfriend in high school. Just a series of girls. One day before going to a football game I 'scammed' with five different girls throughout the school day and even on the bus with the cheerleaders. Sometimes one, sometimes two at a time. I was always the new kid since I changed school so often and I was attractive enough to somehow attract every sort of girl, from stoner to preppy, from cheerleader to school council president. I played sports but didn't just play sports. I fit in with everybody, even the motorheads and the band/choir kids. I felt lucky in a way like I could do no wrong, and every school was a chance to be new and better and shinier than all the other people who had known each other their entire lives, it was great being mysterious...

So there we were 'making out', 'scamming' whatever you want to call it, on her bed, in her room, with all of it's horseriding ribbons and stuffed animals and makeup that looked like candy and the smell of cotton candy and bubblegum and her looking at me with glazed over eyes after sucking on her nipples for at least an hour, her saying she wanted to do it, me squeezing her right nipple, my face pressed against her hot, red neck, tasting her pulse, the feel of her retainer still on my tongue, her slender, muscular horseriding ribbon winning leg wrapped all around my waist, and her saying 'you have to do it... you have to', knowing very well that her parents might walk in at any moment since they were home and she had no lock on her door, but that was the fun of it, I guess, me pulling off my pants, me struggling to pull off hers...

She had on these bright yellow panties with pictures of little rubber duckies on them. I nervously laughed at them. Sure, I'd done stuff before, but never this, never all the way. When I removed her panties, her lifting her butt up off the bed, putting her long tan legs in the air, her skin looking so creamy and smooth and making me ache all over, I have to say I was a little frightened and a lot delighted. Her pubic hair was light brown, her opening small, and pink, and simply oozing with honeydew, like a melon, sort-of an innie, like with a bellybutton, so it just peeled right open with my big, clumsy oafish fingers insinuating themselves inside. I had never seen a vagina so up close and personal before, outside of pornographic magazines, and not so close that I could feel the heat beating out against my face in waves...

I couldn't help myself and I put my mouth on her. She didn't know what I was doing. Had never experienced that type of 'scamming' before I guess. Me, I always had an affinity towards doing oral. It still makes me hot to see a woman getting off by something i am doing with my mouth. The feel, the taste, the warmth as their inner thighs press against my ears. Immersed in a some sort of heaven on earth it sometimes seems, a virtual vaginal nirvana even. I took her in my mouth, probed my tongue around, teased, and she was quite simply nothing more that impassioned and ambrosia, and I felt like I was down there forever, my face buried in her sex, her juicing and sluicing until my face became shellacked not unlike frosting on a doughnut, I could even feel her juice burning my eyes, up my nose, trying to devour, inhale, take all of her inside of myself...

I was truly enraptured with my licking and sucking and tweaking of nipples while her legs presed down against my shoulders, her buckling, crying out through the pillow she put over her face because she said later said she was embarassed that I was down there, and was shy about it, and didn't want her parents to hear, and there she was quivering, sweating lightly, 'glowing' as the ladies like to say, buckling up until my face felt a little raw, but in the best possible way, of course, coming and coming again, more sopping wetness seeping, flowing into my mouth, me swallowing frantically, like rivers of sugar, it made me wonder if she'd ever had an orgasm before the way she was carrying on...

After all of that, I felt sorta wiped myself, my jaw aching, my tongue not used to so much activity, I remember thinking to myself 'if I do this everyday, I'll have the strongest tongue in the world and amazing jaw muscles', and in a way that's true. The more you do anything the better you get. I still pride myself on my skills, and would compete against any lesbian any day of the week and still comeout champion time and time again with my pussyeating skills, but I digress, so... tired, I remember laying my head on her dewy stomach. It was flat and strong and she was breathing heavily and my cheek sorta stuck to it with sweat and her juiciness. I remember hearing the rain outside making noise falling through the gutter outside her window on the roof where it leaked into this great muddy puddle on the side of her house. I sorta felt guilty, but that's probably just my religious upbringing. Sex without guilt wouldn't be sex at all. It seems the wrongness is what makes it right...

I knew I had given her something she would never forget. I never forgot, anyhow, something we would both recollect fondly like I'm doing right now. She sorta gasped and whispered that I should 'do it now' after that. She reached down and took my face in her small, warm hands, staring at me, pulling me up towards her face, saying ' do it now' before planting a big wet lusty kiss on my glistening lips, jamming her tongue deep inside, tasting herself on me, and I knew I had to do it, that now was the time, but I was ready and she was more than eager. So I positioned myself over her, placed my cock down there, and wondered if such a small opening could take me in, such a silly though I would later surmise, although she was probably one of the smallest openings I have ever laid eyes upon in my entire life, so even inserting the head was painstaking, she winced, in that room full of girl stuff, on her pink bed, with her lava lamp on the bedstand, and her Betty Boop alarm clock, and the giant stuffed Pink Panther in the corner by the closet, a little pain, I said I'd stop if she wanted, but she said 'don't stop', so I didn't...

I entered her slow, pushing hard, her wailing into my hand over her mouth, the same noises emanating from her throat like when I gave her oral, the warm rush of her heated wetness coating me inch by inch, the warm rush as I was finally buried all the way in, soft, and wet, and clinging, and she just pulled me closer and wrapped her legs around my waist, and reached around me to grab my thrusting ass, and how she loved it, loved me inside of her, loved me, and pretty much loved everything ever in the history of everything ever in the universe as far as I could tell. I was slow at first then frantic, the smell of her sweat and sex and cotton candy and bubblegum in my nose and my mouth, the sting of sweat and sex in my eyes, her hair pastering to her reddened neck and sticking wetly to her forehead and cheeks which were growing pinker by the moment, her breathing faster, I swear I could feel her heart pounding in my ears...

Both of us tangled and bucking, grunting, soft grunts, her hands up my back, fingernails digging in, me starting to sweat and dripping onto her, our sweat intermingling, making our colliding flesh create smacking noises and the noises coming from our sexes bashing into one another over and over and louder again, her bed squeaking like crazy, the headboard occasionally hitting the wall so that we would be startled and she would go 'shhhhhhhh' and I'd be like telling her with my eyes that 'I'm trying my damnedest to be quiet but I have to do this', and by 'this' I meant fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until we were a pistoning machine of warmth and sweat and smells and candy mixed together, all gooey and churning and burning with the heat, her taut ass in my hands as I lifted her butt so I could plunge deeper and faster, and her convulsing around my shaft, my balls hitting hard against her ass, myself breathing into her neck as my weight settled down on her and her just pulling me closer and harder like she wanted my entire being to become one with hers, squishy sounds, her moans in my ear, my face covered in her hair and pressed against the mattress, her ass off the bed, my shoulders sort-of suspending us in air so that we bounced and buckled without even having to deal with the law of gravity, me turning to press my lips against her hers and her breath sweet and hotter than hot, our stomachs and chests touching and smacking with the sweat and fluid viscosity, her lips saying something in some language I couldn't understand, some language I'll never understand, like she was just making up words, moaning incoherently and then my balls lurched and I hit some magic spot and I came, I came inside of her, I just came and came like it'd never end, spurt after spurt, her clinging to me like one of those koala toys on the end of a pencil, holding onto me and waiting out the furious rollercoaster oozing out of me, making me twitch and strain and my whole head turning red as I looked down into her eyes intensely fixed on mine in a way I've probably only seen glimpses of since, and when I was done, I just collapsed on top of her and she held me and ran her hands all over my back and through my hair, and kissed my eyelids and licked the swet off of me and sorta rocked side to side, and said how happy she was, how she was happy, how she wished we could be like this forever and ever and ever, and we just lay there...

A couple years back I called an old friend from high school and we talked a bit and he informed me that that girl, the girl from 'my first time', that that very girl with the horseriding ribbons and the Pink Panther stuffed animal and the cotton candy and bubblegum, well, she had apparently died in a car accident a few years back. That's why I'll never forget her. That's why I so fondly recollect my first time. Probably one of the best moments in my life. Thinking about her sometimes makes me happy. Happy that we had that moment together, that time shared. Probably the first girl I ever really loved and I never knew it until now... 

yeah, I'm not reading that.

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FIRST

for yaws' sake, i hope i'm last.  i mean, really, ted, who shaves their cock anymore.. ?

OMG! MY EYES!

 ...and a new standard has officially been SET. 

TOP THAT.

...what the!? Didnt see that coming.

No pun intended.

Christ, what happened to you people haha!?

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IRON COCK!

what the fuck is going on here?

art.

I'm crushing beer cans against my penis.

Also, DO NOT LOOK AT THOSE, MINOR.

ART news.

Ha ha, "spike". Heh.

If you copy the image location and paste it into your browser you'll get HUGE PIX of those.

It's cool, I've already put it as my backdrop on my computer at work.

Ted, you rule.  seriosely.

Oh dear Lord, we've seen Spike's Spike.

On the plus side, LADIES, the bar has been raised! Full frontal!

Here's a semi-nude from me, shortly after being SCRATCHED BY A MOTHERFUCKING BENGAL TIGER!

(I also have a cross-dressing fantasia I'm working on finding, gotta kleep raising the bar...)

nice.

Chest.....that was totally tldr. Sorry.

What have I done...

Oh yeah NOW you take stock. The genie has been let out of the bottle. WHO KNOWS WHAT GREIVOUS MAYHEM WILL ENSUE? PS, NICE B#WBS LADIES, KEEP EM COMING!!

I can't get an clear enough view to guess. There's something in the way. As a representative of the President's Council on Visual Mammary Recognition Technique, I'd be happy to help you complete this task. You can PM any and all photos to me for further assessment.

Do it for your country.

Step up to the plate, you photogenic fiend.

Or, "time to put your tits where you mouth is", as my grandma used to say.

A hell of lady she was.

Gobbless her soul.

oh look . yall have SEEEN my downstairs ...dues? paid.

But that was years ago. ToGtFO!

I didn't see that. I always miss that shit.

Years dont change shit. Do you think it does? Does it change the essence of anyone or anything? For instance Prensa, she was like a fucking milkmaid from the German Alps....you think she stopped being that?  Nope. She still is.  and even better.  Moonie, well fuck you............... Moonie is a hell of a woman, and I can only tremble before the breadth and width of her experience and knowledge.

I myself still hap[pen to have tits ...but I also have a job I Like and a boss who googles. ..you do the math,

sorry

Fine. To compromise, I'll clear out my PM box to allow photos to be sent directly there.

And years change everything.

All y'all got no heart.

I used to enjoy reading your posts. Now I'm scared to click when I see your name. FTW!

Your not your job.

I'm going to run for president someday but did that stop me from posting a pic of me in a sock? No fucking way!

 this is for you, not for cassun (that asshole)

That's completely, wholly, totally, completely unfair.

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